Page 45 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
"What the hell are you doing?" I ask him as I walk up to him and put his arm around my shoulder.
"This is nothing, fawn. You should have seen me the day I got shot three times in the chest."
I widen my eyes and try not to think about what he said too much.
He is okay. He just needs to be cleaned up.
"Can you walk okay upstairs?" I ask Rowan once we get inside the house.
"Yea. Go to my room. I have a first aid kit and other shit like that in there." I nod my head and help him walk upstairs. Once we get to his room, I open the door. "Bathroom. Under the sink," Rowan says and I walk him towards the bed so he can sit against the headboard.
I go to the bathroom and get out the first aid kit along with a towel and alcohol.
"We need a needle and thread and then something to get the bullet out," I tell Rowan.
"All in the first aid kit, fawn. Just get over here," Rowan says in a slurry voice. I walk up to Rowan and put the kit and other stuff on the side table. Rowan sits up straight and groans as he takes off his shirt. "I've been putting pressure on it, so you just have to take the bullet out, stitch it up, clean it, and wrap it."
"Sounds so easy," I sarcastically say as I put my hair in a bun.
Rowan chuckles and his eyes fall closed for a second before he opens them again and leans on the headboard. "Okay, you're just going to take out the bullet in my side first, okay?"
"Will it hurt?" I look at Rowan and he just narrows his eyes at me and smirks.
"No."
Why the fuck is he smirking? He just got fucking shot!
I walk closer to him, and my finger hesitantly touches the wound. Rowan just rests his head against the headboard and takes a deep breath.
My fingers dig into the wound to grab the bullet which makes both of us flinch. Rowan breathes heavily and shuts his eyes closed. Blood trails down his stomach and on my hand as I try to get the bullet out.
"It's okay. You're okay I promise," I assure him and then slide my other hand into his so he can hold it. He holds my hand tightly as I try to find the bullet. I nip my bottom lip and tears roll down my cheek. "I'm sorry. It's okay I promise."
"Fuck," Rowan hisses and his hand holding mine, tightens. "It hurts," he groans.
"I know. I almost got it," I say as I feel the bullet in him. I grab it with my forefinger and thumb. "I got it. It's okay. You're okay. I promise," I say in a relieved tone. I take out the bullet and put it on the towel that is on the desk. "I just need to stitch you up, okay?" Rowan takes his head off the headboard and leans it on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," I say when he grunts and rubs his head against my shoulder. Rowan lets go of my hand and he holds my waist instead. I wipe my hands with the towels and then touch Rowan’s face, moving his hair from his forehead and running my fingers through his hair. "You're okay. I promise. You're okay." I let go of his hair and then grab the needle and thread. I take a deep breath before putting the thread through as my handshakes. "Just hold on, okay?"
"Just do it," Rowan says and I place the needle along the open wound and push it through his skin. Rowan groans and tightens his hold around my waist. "Shit."
I stitch him up as steady and fast as possible. I swear time feels like it's going slow. As I get to the last stitch, I pull the thread tightly and then tie it before breaking it off from the needle.
"Okay. You're done. It's over," I say softly. Rowan's grip slowly loosens around my waist, but his head is still against my shoulder. I clean up the blood around the wound with alcohol and a new towelette. "I need to get on the other side of you to clean the other side, okay?" I said to Rowan, and he just nods his head and leans his head back onto the headboard. I carefully climb over him and hover over his lap as I clean the other side of the wound.
Rowan's hand pushes me down until my bottom meets his and I can't help but blush in the moment.
God.
As I clean him, I try to ignore the heat between my legs and how hard he feels under me.
Once I am done cleaning the wound, I get off of him and throw away the pads and towelettes. I put the towel with the bullet in the bathroom. I don't know what I am supposed to do with it so I'll let Rowan handle it when he is better.
I get a bandage and put it on the wound. Rowan's breathing starts to slow down a little.
"I'm going to go get you water and some medicine, okay?" I say to Rowan and all he does is nod his head and close his eyes. I leave his room and go downstairs to get the water and the pill. The house is quiet, so quiet I feel like if I drop something it will echo through the whole house. After I get the pill and water I quickly run upstairs and take it to Rowan, but his eyes are closed, and his breathing comes out slow and even. "Rowan?" I say as I place the water and pill on the bedside. "Rowan?" I say a little louder, but he doesn't wake up.
He is probably just exhausted.
I probably would be too.
